Theresa Braine

Bedbugged! is a weekly column by journalist and bed bug survivor Theresa Braine. For more, click here.

The next couple of months were a blur of waffling on when and how to move as I madly treated and then sequestered, donated or threw out my stuff. My idea was that the decision would become clear once my living room was emptied of plastic bags.

Or did I need to pick a date and work back so as to have a deadline?

Bedbugged! is a weekly column by journalist and bed bug survivor Theresa Braine. For more, click here.

Bedbugged! is a weekly column by journalist and bed bug survivor Theresa Braine. For more, click here.

Bedbugged! is a weekly column by journalist and bed bug survivor Theresa Braine. For more, click here.

Bedbugged! is a weekly column by journalist and bed bug survivor Theresa Braine. For more, click here.

Facing a second bed bug infestation, I knew this time what I had to do. I needed to bag my stuff and get it out of the way of the exterminator, Bobby. Unfortunately, I (and my neighbors, who were also infested) had to wait a few weeks before Bobby could get there.